"Alright, Xenovia, Irina—you're free to go."
Tenra's voice cut through the reunion, his hands clapping sharply to break the spell. He watched Irina's performance with a hint of amusement; she was a natural, but if she overplayed her part and Xenovia caught on, the whole plan could unravel.
"You're really letting us leave?" Xenovia's eyes narrowed, suspicion etched deep in her face.
Tenra shrugged, all smiles. "What else would I do? Irina's my friend, and you're hers. You think I'd kill you both to keep you quiet?"
He flicked his wrist, and the Sword of Destruction and Sword of Mimicry materialized, offered back to them without ceremony.
Xenovia's gaze lingered on the swords, her expression stormy. She didn't trust him, not for a second—but survival trumped pride. She gripped Irina's hand. "Irina, let's go."
Irina hesitated, glancing back at Tenra. A flicker of longing crossed her face, but she couldn't blow her cover now. For Tenra's sake, she played her role and left with Xenovia.
—
"Tenra, why didn't you just tell Xenovia the truth—that God is dead? If her faith collapsed, you'd have a chance to win her over," Rias asked, curiosity and calculation mingling in her voice. Akeno nodded, echoing the question.
Tenra's eyes glinted. "She's still guarded. Even if I told her, she'd never believe me—might even dig in deeper out of spite. But don't worry. The seed's been planted. Someone else will tell her soon enough, and when her faith finally breaks…"
He let the words trail off, but the meaning was clear. Rias and Akeno exchanged knowing smiles.
When Xenovia learned the truth, when her world shattered, Tenra would be waiting—ready to become her new pillar, her new god. Just as he had for Asia.
"Asia, come here. Offer me your lips."
Asia, still kneeling in prayer, looked up, cheeks flushed with devotion and shy love. She rose, settled onto Tenra's lap, and pressed her lips to his—her faith now wholly his.
—
Outside, Xenovia and Irina walked in silence, the city lights flickering overhead.
"Irina, they really didn't do anything to you, right?" Xenovia stopped, her voice thick with concern.
Irina froze, a guilty pang shooting through her chest. "No—nothing. They didn't touch me." The lie tasted bitter, memories of her own willing corruption swirling in her mind.
Xenovia watched her closely, misreading her discomfort as trauma. She felt a wave of self-blame—Tenra must have demanded a terrible price for their freedom. Irina must have sacrificed so much.
"Irina, you'll always be my friend. My companion." Xenovia squeezed her shoulder, voice trembling with emotion.
Irina's eye twitched, guilt and awkwardness warring inside her. Had Xenovia misunderstood everything?
"Haha… Xenovia, you'll always be my friend too."
"Let's hurry. We need to recover the holy swords—we've wasted enough time."
"Right. Once we finish, we'll settle the score with those devils."
They vanished into the night, their mission and secrets heavy between them.
—
Beneath the night sky, a streak of unnatural light sliced through Kuoh Town, landing with silent menace. A figure emerged—crimson eyes, pointed elven ears, and ten inky-black wings unfurling behind him.
Kokabiel, the fallen angel general.
"Boss! You're finally here—we've been waiting forever!" Freed leapt from the shadows, eyes gleaming with manic excitement.
Beside him waddled Balba Galilei, short and rotund, his smile oily and false—the infamous Archbishop, architect of the Holy Sword Project.
"Kokabiel-sama, were you delayed?" Balba asked, bowing low.
Kokabiel scowled. "Azazel's been hunting me across the globe. Dodging him took time."
He turned to Freed. "Are you ready?"
"All set. The Church sent three factions after us, but you'll be disappointed—they only sent one exorcist and two Holy Sword wielders."
"I already chopped up that useless exorcist. Haven't seen the sword girls yet, but I bet they're tougher."
Kokabiel's lips curled in contempt. "Damn Michael—didn't take the bait."
He'd stolen three holy swords, hoping for outrage and a full-scale hunt. Instead, just a token response. Even slaughtering them would barely make a ripple.
"Forget Heaven for now. At least let's throw the devils into chaos…"
He listed his targets—Lucifer's sister, Leviathan's sister, the Phoenix family's disgrace. "For my dream, to keep this world from growing dull, you'll all have to die."
"Even if I stand alone, I'll reignite the war!"
He laughed, eyes burning with madness, a fallen angel hungry for chaos.
—
The next morning at Kuoh Academy—
"Ahhh! Why are you monsters separating me from Motohama?!"
"Let me go! Matsuda, save me! I can't live without you!"
"My Motohama!"
Tenra, Gasper, and the girls arrived at the school gates to find chaos. Two police cars idled at the curb, and Sona's student council directed officers as they tried to pry Matsuda and Motohama apart, dragging them toward the squad cars.
"Gross… Motohama and Matsuda are actually gay!" one girl whispered, face twisted in disgust.
"Thank God those perverts are finally getting arrested," another said, relief obvious.
Rumors had spread: two of the infamous pervert trio had turned on the boys, no longer harassing girls but targeting their male classmates instead. The girls were disgusted but relieved—at least they were left alone. The boys, meanwhile, had lived in terror. Now, watching the police haul the duo away, their joy was palpable.
Tenra watched the spectacle, a wicked smile playing on his lips. This was what real perverts looked like. He wondered idly how long Issei Hyoudou would last before joining his friends in police custody.
As the crowd dispersed, Sona and her council strode over, faces serious.
"Tenra Kamiyo," Sona said, voice crisp, "come with me to the student council room."
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